Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Abby found my dead body
Last Tuesday, the lack of sleep caught up with me. It's only happened about 5 times ever, but eventually I start puking for no reason. I figure it's my body's way of saying, "Hey, dipshit, get some sleep or I'm gonna make it really miserable for you."
I was sitting at the computer, reading e-mail, checking out some news blogs, probably paying a bill. I really started to feel dizzy. Couldn't focus. I got up, turned around, and pointed myself roughly at the bed. I got to the near corner, and mostly collapsed face down with one hand over my head and one under my chest. Asleep in about 2 seconds. I don't count this as passing out or fainting. And, no, beer was not a factor in this.
I don't know how long I was plopped face down on the bed. Abby said she called my name softly a couple of times, then got a little louder. "Dad! Dad!!!"
I woke up, stood straight up (my feet were still hanging off the corner of the bed), took a look around the room with a frenzied (my word, not Abby's - she said "crazy") look in my eyes, figured out where I was, and bolted for the bathroom where I revisited my dinner in reverse order. If you know what I mean. And I think you do.
Before I hit the door to the bathroom, Abby had already started calling for Jen. "Mom! Mom! Help!!! Dad's puking!!!" Thanks for trying, Abby, but a rerun of CSI from 2007 was on.
"I thought you were dead," Abby later admitted.
So that's the story of the time Abby found my dead body.
I've been getting even lower on sleep since last week, so I'm expecting the worst sometime in before the weekend.
I was sitting at the computer, reading e-mail, checking out some news blogs, probably paying a bill. I really started to feel dizzy. Couldn't focus. I got up, turned around, and pointed myself roughly at the bed. I got to the near corner, and mostly collapsed face down with one hand over my head and one under my chest. Asleep in about 2 seconds. I don't count this as passing out or fainting. And, no, beer was not a factor in this.
I don't know how long I was plopped face down on the bed. Abby said she called my name softly a couple of times, then got a little louder. "Dad! Dad!!!"
I woke up, stood straight up (my feet were still hanging off the corner of the bed), took a look around the room with a frenzied (my word, not Abby's - she said "crazy") look in my eyes, figured out where I was, and bolted for the bathroom where I revisited my dinner in reverse order. If you know what I mean. And I think you do.
Before I hit the door to the bathroom, Abby had already started calling for Jen. "Mom! Mom! Help!!! Dad's puking!!!" Thanks for trying, Abby, but a rerun of CSI from 2007 was on.
"I thought you were dead," Abby later admitted.
So that's the story of the time Abby found my dead body.
I've been getting even lower on sleep since last week, so I'm expecting the worst sometime in before the weekend.
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